Post by Johnny Magnum on Jun 17, 2008 23:56:13 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a vast wasteland. Nothing in site, just the sky for miles and miles, extending to the heavens above. A man can be seen walking, slowly imprinting his foot on the dark sand that covers the Earth. Suddenly, the scene around this man changes, changes into a stage, where people are acting. A man, dressed like a bat fights the man dressed as a clown. Batman stands over the defeated Joker, as the audience roars in approval. The camera zooms in on one little boy, raggy black hair covers his head. His eyes glisten, as he stares on at his idol on stage. The scene slowly fades to black, but only for a second. We reopen to the back alley way of the theater, The Batman, without his mask on, leans against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth. The camera spots the boy. His eyes, looking at the stick of paper in his mouth. He shakes his head. As the scene fades out. We go to blackness, a voice takes over the audio."We've all had our heroes. We've all faced our times of disappointment. But ever, have we all experienced all at the same time? Or is it just, to do nothing more, but torture a little boy's soul. To leave that boy up all night, wondering why on earth, his hero would choose to do something that eats away on himself, slowly. A boy's experiences can lead to certain choices he makes in his life, and certain morals he has. This one, didn't make a moral for me, but more of, a test of my loyalty to the lifestyle...."
The blackness is lightened up, and we see CM Punk, sitting in a chair. A silver chain wrapped around his neck. A metal ring, pierced through his lower lip, and studs in both ears. Punk smiles, showing his teeth before continuing on.
"I've never considered myself, lucky. Because frankly, I don't believe in luck. Luck is for losers, luck is nothing more, but a trick. A trick.... we all fall for tricks at one point. Some, tend to fall in to these traps set by The Devil more, then others. I am one of the others. I look out for myself, and tend not to fall into traps. It is those who look after others who fall into this endless pits. Sure, all of us fall down in life, but why do we fall? Is it for the humor of others? No. Is it to feel pain? Maybe so. But there is a better answer. We fall, so we can learn to pick ourselves back up."
Punks speaks in a poetic tone. He takes a short time for rest. He breathes deeply.
"Ladies, Gentelmen, I welcome you, to my life.... To the life, of an Anti-Drug... my name is C.M. Punk...."
Punk crosses his arms, making an X.
"And this.... this means I am BETTER THAN YOU!"
The blackness is lightened up, and we see CM Punk, sitting in a chair. A silver chain wrapped around his neck. A metal ring, pierced through his lower lip, and studs in both ears. Punk smiles, showing his teeth before continuing on.
"I've never considered myself, lucky. Because frankly, I don't believe in luck. Luck is for losers, luck is nothing more, but a trick. A trick.... we all fall for tricks at one point. Some, tend to fall in to these traps set by The Devil more, then others. I am one of the others. I look out for myself, and tend not to fall into traps. It is those who look after others who fall into this endless pits. Sure, all of us fall down in life, but why do we fall? Is it for the humor of others? No. Is it to feel pain? Maybe so. But there is a better answer. We fall, so we can learn to pick ourselves back up."
Punks speaks in a poetic tone. He takes a short time for rest. He breathes deeply.
"Ladies, Gentelmen, I welcome you, to my life.... To the life, of an Anti-Drug... my name is C.M. Punk...."
Punk crosses his arms, making an X.
"And this.... this means I am BETTER THAN YOU!"
OOC:
Trying to get a feel for the character.
I am liking him, but I need to find a good direction to go with him.
